Sonnet. 23 (Sonnet 23)

LOue banish'd heauen, in earth was held in scorne.
Wandring ab…oad in neede and beggery,
And wanting friends, though of a God desse borne,
Yet crau'de the almes of such as passed …y,
I like a man, douote and charitable;
Clothed the naked, lodg'd this wandring guest,
With sighes and teares still furnishing his table,
With what might make the miserable blest;
But this vngratefull for my good desart.
Enticde my thoughts against me to conspire,
Who gaue consent to steale away my heart.
And set my breast his lodging on a fire:
Well, well, my friends, when beggars grow thus bold,
No meruaile then though charity grow cold.